Motorcity
Save A Horse Ride A
by BirchBow (chaoticTenebrism)
There are more and more murals overhead as they ride deeper into Old Detroit. Warnings, tributes. A chronicle of Raymanthia’s rise to power. In a lot of them a figure in a sweeping cloak stands above the chaos, hands spread, a golden crown hovering over his cloaked head. Sometimes he’s holding a lance, a sword—in one, his hands are raised over his head holding what’s unmistakeably a dragon skull, a sword buried between its empty eye-sockets.WYRMSLAYER, somebody has written, in dripping blood-red.--It's been a long time since Mike had a knighthood, a kingdom, a king. But fortunately for him, the mysterious Lord Vanquisher has taken up residence in the ruins of the capitol city, and he's willing to make Mike and his mercs an offer they don't want to refuse.